Author's Note: Hey guys I'm back from Nifflheim! Okay. Here is an important announcement...I will no longer be updating for Two Pieces of a Broken Heart :-( Or I might, once the inspiration comes back to me. I just finished finals and tons of projects...which explains the hiatus :-( Sorry! Anyway, while reading this fic, I suggest that you listen to the song while reading it because that just kinda twists your heart a little more. Anyway, without further ado...The Avengers Playlist :-)

(Coming Home by Diddy-Dirty Money feat. Skylar Grey)

Coming Home

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Tell the world, I'm coming home

Let the rain, wash away

All the pain of yesterday

I know my kingdom awaits, and they've forgiven my mistakes

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Tell the world, I'm coming...

The Thunder God's eyes blearily opened.

Ash danced in the air. Rubble and debris peppered the ground. Power and static hung in the atmosphere, strong enough to be felt and recognized. Malekith's enormous ship was gone and no longer threatening to squash them -thanks to Selvig's quick thinking with the doohickey- and he was defeated. Jane Foster had flung her body on top of Thor's, thinking that it was both their ends and that even if she couldn't protect him or herself by just shielding him with her own body, they would die together. Now she was sitting up, giving Thor a cautious and almost sympathetic look.

Now why would my lady Jane look so sorrowful? Thor thought, sitting up as well and rubbing his forehead with his hand. Everything was a little fuzzy. We just defeated Malekith, saved the Ether from his evil clutches and yet she looks at me like-

Oh. I remember now.

Thor cleared his throat and blinked the oncoming tears away. He said "Thank you, Doctor Selvig. Jane. Yet again your people have to suffer from damage and destruction. For that I am truly sorry." Jane smiled a little and she said, "Hey, you saved us. That must count for something." The Thunder God laughed slightly, but even he could tell that it wasn't sincere. In all honesty, he wasn't even trying.

Thor bid his goodbye, and walked away. He had to get to Asgard immediately. The palace must be in shambles after what just happened, and he couldn't just leave his father to take care of everything. Valhalla knows how much weight is resting on the All-Father's shoulders. What with the reappearance of an old, ancient enemy and the deaths of his wife and son and all. Thor grimaced.

"Thor! Thor, wait!" Thor turned around to see Jane, running after him, and he stopped. Jane looked beautiful, even if she was possessed by the Ether not-too-long ago and helped in the defeat of the dark elves. "Do you...really have to go?" Jane looked like she was ashamed of saying this, because she knew what kind of chaos was going on in Asgard, but Thor knew how long she waited for him. Thor smiled sadly and cupped her face, and leaned in to kiss her.

It was quite the sight. A beautiful, fairy-tale kiss in the midst of destruction. Ashes. Fallen buildings and broken glass.

"I am sorry," he whispered, "But I have to go, lady Jane. I shall see you soon."

The scientist nodded, blinking back tears. She stepped away.

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Tell the world, I'm coming home

"Heimdall. Take me home."

The palace was messy.

Messy was a huge understatement. It was in ruins. As Thor went inside the throne room, it looked more like the shadow of its former self. Strangely, the only thing that was spared in the magnificent chamber was the throne itself. People were running about. Everyone rejoiced when they heard that Malekith was defeated, but no one made a single sound when Loki, the once-prince of Asgard, was dead.

Thor sighed, and dropped Mjolnir onto the ground.

A tear ran down his cheek. And then another. And then, he couldn't stop. The Thunder God dropped down onto his knees, his cape fluttering in the movement like that of a dying bird's wings. Sobs filled the empty and crumbling throne room.

Is a house really a home when all your loved ones are gone?

"Loki," Thor choked out.

"I'm sorry," he rasped out, racked with painful sobs and pain that felt physical and tangible. The sun was going down. It was going to be dark soon, Thor's only audience would be the moon and the stars, and the soul of his brother above.

Let the rain wash away, all the pain of yesterday

And his kingdom awaits, they've forgiven his mistakes

I'm coming home

Author's Note: I kind of...changed the lyrics in the end. Read and review and I hoped you liked it! :-)